Life is a series of varying perspectives coming together in the hope of finding resolution to the problems that inevitably come along during our time. The relationships we establish are rarely lasting, even in the ideal relationship way; whatever that is. When people get together, patterns are established, contracts are drawn up, and agreements about future endeavors are made and sealed with a bond only humans can make. This functionality of the human experience through different perspectives is a testimony to the inner qualities we all share about each other. The cycle can stop and we can hear again. We just need to listen more closely as the noise is sometimes overwhelming, disarming, and unclear. Everything is not well sometimes and sometimes we feel bad and say things we do not mean. A lifetime can go by and someone will still be holding on to the words they said that took the magic away. This is real, this is human, and this is life.
Not good enough! I want to juggle firecrackers, play bingo naked, shoot 56 for 18 holes, and be submerged in a pool of raspberry jello topped with sugar-free coolwhip. I have no time for misery or pain of any kind. I only have time for juicy ripe apples and the skin of a soft woman to run my sticky little hands over so she can sleep better. Is that such a bad thing? What, you don't like raspberries?
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Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
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One of the most endearing qualities we humans possess is our inate ability to actually believe our own bullshit. We can talk our way through...
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The climb is not a climb at all. It is a process of learning that never comes to a close. Becomming whole, a man cannot stand being without ...
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There is mold on the windowsill and the wind outside has strengthened. The musty odor permeates the air like a woolen blanket keeps us safe ...
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My time there was distinctive. There was a feeling there that opened passage-ways, ways that allowed views of the wandering ones who remain ...
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From one generation to the next we harbor the belief in the idea of happiness. We may not always know what it is that makes us happy but we ...
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